Category Archives: AROS
The river has again found its true course, the banks and fields will reap the reward of its wanderings. Advertisements
A few minutes today, a few more tomorrow; the sun lingers, warming the beeches.
Gold and silk threads soft, shimmering, countless stitches of unnamed artisans.
Chattering Fieldfares flock and clamour, northern voices vexing natives.
Winters low light cast over the Down, cold winds ruffle the warm green shoots.
The year begins with A clean white page; Searching for words In the Chalk.
Skeletal structures sleep – Dreams of ripe flesh And summer’s warmth